“Where do you think you’re going?”
I was about to leave for The Red Desert when I saw Erika approaching, with slaves trailing behind her, carrying her belongings.
“Are you moving?” I inquired.
She merely smiled as she halted in front of me. She wore a long golden stola, and her blond hair was braided, cascading down her back. She resembled a genuine queen, though she lacked the heart of one.
“I am heading to the North.”
“The North?” I questioned.
She smiled and nodded. “Yes. Blaze believes that someone needs to be there to oversee everything and ensure the North remains under control of the dragons. And who better than his own queen?” she said with a hint of mockery.
“And I wonder who persuaded him to consider you,” I remarked.
She simply smiled, clearly pleased with herself.
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